Victor Fleming: An American Movie Master


The full-length, definitive biography of the legendary director of Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz.

Victor Fleming was the most sought-after director in Hollywood?s golden age, renowned for his ability to make films across an astounding range of genres?westerns, earthy sexual dramas, family entertainment, screwball comedies, buddy pictures, romances, and adventures. Fleming is remembered for the two most iconic movies of the period, ...
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The full-length, definitive biography of the legendary director of Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz.

Victor Fleming was the most sought-after director in Hollywood’s golden age, renowned for his ability to make films across an astounding range of genres–westerns, earthy sexual dramas, family entertainment, screwball comedies, buddy pictures, romances, and adventures. Fleming is remembered for the two most iconic movies of the period, Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz, but the more than forty films he directed also included classics like Red Dust, Test Pilot, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and Captains Courageous. Paradoxically, his talent for knowing how to make the necessary film at the right time, rather than remaking the same movie in different guises, has resulted in Victor Fleming’s relative obscurity in our time.

Michael Sragow restores the director to the pantheon of our greatest filmmakers and fills a gaping hole in Hollywood history with this vibrant portrait of a man at the center of the most exciting era in American filmmaking. The actors Fleming directed wanted to be him (Fleming created enduring screen personas for Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, and Gary Cooper), and his actresses wanted to be with him (Ingrid Bergman, Clara Bow, and Norma Shearer were among his many lovers).

Victor Fleming not only places the director back in the spotlight, but also gives us the story of a man whose extraordinary personal style was as thrilling, varied, and passionate as the stories he brought to the screen.

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Editorial Reviews

Jeanine Basinger
…a thoroughly researched, detailed book on Fleming's life and career. Mr. Sragow puts Fleming in perspective, giving him his rightful due without falsely exaggerating his importance…Mr. Sragow's writing is sometimes chatty, sometimes pedestrian, but never less than knowledgeable.
—The New York Times
Dennis Drabelle
…nimble, well-paced…Even if you make allowances for how hard he is to pigeonhole, Victor Fleming probably doesn't deserve the epithet Sragow wants to bestow on him: "A Great American Movie Director." But he was in charge of at least two masterpieces—Red Dust and The Wizard of Oz—and he has now gotten the smart, sympathetic biography he deserves.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Fleming, who directed most of The Wizard of Oz and Gone with the Wind, and all of The Virginian and Bombshell, was not just a consummate studio craftsman but a distinctive artist, contends this rapt biography. Film critic Sragow has a tough case to make. Fleming's varied oeuvre suggests no signature onscreen style; instead, Sragow celebrates his feel for action and fantasy, and his intuitive way of directing actors. He also credits Fleming with inventing the Hollywood masculinity embodied by screen idols like Gary Cooper, Spencer Tracy and Clark Gable. Fleming, a big-game hunter and a polished bon vivant known for bedding his female stars, was both "a man's man and a ladies' man," Sragow writes, who made male characters correspondingly tough but chivalrous (though offscreen Fleming wasn't above twisting Lana Turner's arm or slapping Ingrid Bergman to draw on-camera tears). Sragow's intricate, engrossing accounts of the making of Fleming's films convey his on-set charisma (and form a fine montage of Hollywood's evolution), but the real auteur is the studio system itself and its well-honed myth-making machinery (Fleming's last movie, Joan of Arc, an independent production, was a fiasco). Sragow's Fleming is a man who personified Old Hollywood, but didn't transcend it. Photos. (Dec. 9)

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Library Journal

The name of film director Victor Fleming isn't well known, but in 1939, he took over the reins of two troubled MGM productions, successfully completing The Wizard of Oz and Gone with the Wind. He was handsome and athletic, moving easily in a man's world while romancing a parade of film stars, from Clara Bow to Norma Shearer to Ingrid Bergman. In this first major biography of Fleming, Sragow (film critic, Baltimore Sun) covers his childhood and self-education, his beginnings in silent films, and his role in shaping the iconic screen images of Gary Cooper, Clark Gable, and Spencer Tracy. Sragow discusses Fleming's disappointments, including projects like The Good Earth and The Yearling, completed by others, and the crushing failure of his last film, Joan of Arc, followed swiftly by his premature death. The author also vividly recalls the beginnings of the breakup of the studio system and post-World War II blacklisting. Film buffs will appreciate the behind-the-scenes anecdotes of the stressful but productive shoots of Oz and GWTW, and the book should lead to a renewed appreciation of Fleming's work. Recommended for large public and academic film biography collections.
—Stephen Rees

Kirkus Reviews
The life and career of a protean figure from Hollywood's early days. The present obscurity of Victor Fleming (1889-1949) doesn't reflect the extent of his influence and achievements, suggests Baltimore Sun film critic Sragow (editor: James Agee: Film Writing and Selected Journalism, 2005, etc.). Displaying an early fascination with and facility for things mechanical, the California native occupied himself with automobiles before devoting his energies to photography, which led him to work as a cinematographer and director for MGM. Sragow authoritatively discourses on Fleming's strengths as a filmmaker, analyzing the director's knack for conveying the kinetic excitement of what were, after all, moving pictures, his ease with a diverse range of genres and his deft touch with actors. Douglas Fairbanks, Clark Gable, Gary Cooper and Jean Harlow were among those who developed much of their iconic personae through their associations with Fleming. Sragow provides ample evidence that his male stars incorporated the director's mystique into their own on-screen identities, quoting family members and colleagues who inevitably described Fleming as an uncommonly charismatic man's man: a sportsman, gentleman and irresistible catnip to the ladies, including lovers Clara Bow and Ingrid Bergman. (He directed Bergman in Joan of Arc, a punishing project and critical flop that may well have lead to his premature death.) Fleming's most famous accomplishment is his miraculous 1939 double-header. After The Wizard of Oz and Gone With the Wind foundered in early going with their original directors, he stepped in and stewarded two of cinema's all-time classics to the screen despite impossibly difficult technicaldemands, studio politics and temperamental talent. The section on these two films alone, filled with backstage gossip and expert insight into the methods of Golden Age studio filmmaking, is worth the price of admission, but the rest of Sragow's meticulously researched and engrossing history of this largely forgotten great director is a must for any serious movie fan. Scholarly, impassioned and riveting-a dandy corrective to an undervalued legacy and an immersive trip through a vanished era of popular entertainment.
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"Victor Fleming strides through Michael Sragow's eponymous biography with the panache of Rhett Butler — and no wonder, since the director helped forge Clark Gable's onscreen persona with Red Dust and Test Pilot years before they reunited for Gone With the Wind." — Wendy Smith, Los Angeles Times, reviewing a previous edition or volume

"Not only persuasive in its argument that Victor Fleming was one of the unsung titans of his era, [this book] also makes for a fascinating case study in how power was acquired, wielded, and lost during the 1930s and '40s.... For readers with a limited knowledge of the movie industry, its transition from silent to talkies, and the rise of the big studio picture, Sragow's thorough scene-setting could double as a cinematic history lesson — illuminating the many famous lives that Fleming touched (and helped to shape) and the ways in which sets, casts, contracts, and careers worked during Hollywood's grand glory days." — S. James Snyder, Time, reviewing a previous edition or volume

"Sragow is immensely attentive to Fleming's films, and he traces in detail the fortunes of all the people connected to them, but his book is held together by what can only be called the romance of movie-making in the studio era — the large, free, hard-drinking life that the men (but rarely the women) enjoyed when movies were still made quickly and relatively cheaply, craft was spoken of with respect, and art was barely mentioned." — David Denby, New Yorker, reviewing a previous edition or volume

"Michael Sragow's Victor Fleming is certainly among the best film director biographies ever published. Mr. Sragow captures the man, a life and an era that is, as the title of Fleming's most famous film put it, 'gone with the wind.'" — Peter Bogdanovich, Wall Street Journal, reviewing a previous edition or volume

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375407482
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/9/2008
  • Pages: 645
  • Sales rank: 817,321
  • Product dimensions: 9.48 (w) x 6.20 (h) x 1.63 (d)

Meet the Author

Michael Sragow is the movie critic for the Orange County Register and contributes regularly to the New Yorker. He edited Produced and Abandoned: The National Society of Film Critics Write on the Best Films You've Never Seen and two volumes of James Agee's work for the Library of America.

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The Real Rhett Butler

A composite between an internal combustion engine hitting on all twelve and a bear cub”—that’s how a screenwriter once described the movie director Victor Fleming. An MGM in-house interviewer discerned that he had “the Lincoln type of melancholia—a brooding which enables those who possess it to feel more, understand more.” Known for his Svengali-like power and occasional brute force with actors and other collaborators, Fleming was also a generous, down-toearth family man, even in a sometimes-unfathomable marriage. He was a stand-up guy to male and female friends alike—including ex-lovers. He was a man’s man who loved going on safari but could also enjoy dressing as Jack to a female screenwriter’s Jill for a Marion Davies costume party. After he married Lucile Rosson and fathered two daughters, he reserved most of his social life for the Sunday-morning motorcycle gang known as the Moraga Spit and Polish Club. His ambition in the early days of automobiles to become a racetrack champ in the audacious, button-popping Barney Oldfield mold grew into a legend that he’d really been a professional race-car driver. (Well, he had, but just for one race.) He was one of Hollywood’s premier amateur aviators. Studio bosses trusted him to deliver the goods; many stars and writers loved him.

Victor and Lu Fleming’s younger daughter, Sally, encouraged me to write this book after she read an appreciation of her father that I’d written for The New York Times on the occasion of The Wizard of Oz’s sixtieth anniversary in 1999. She asked what led me to take on Fleming as a subject. For decades I’d known and loved the half-dozen great movies he’d directed before salvaging The Wizard of Oz for MGM and Gone With the Wind for the producer David O. Selznick in 1939— movies like The Virginian (1929) and Red Dust (1932) and Bombshell (1933). But as I told Sally, I’d only recently seen the first film he made after that historic year—Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1941)—and I’d been astonished by its candid sexuality and by how much better it was than its reputation. Sally, who sprinkles frank convictions with spontaneous wit, laughed and said, “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde—that’s the film that’s most like Daddy.” It didn’t take long to find out that Fleming was a man of more than two parts.

In 1939, the MGM publicist Teet Carle, trying to sell Fleming as a subject for feature stories, noted how remarkable it was, even in what we now consider the golden age of Hollywood, for a director to be “a man like Fleming who has really lived through experiences.” Moviemakers like Fleming, who came of age in the silent era, forged their characters beyond camera range. Andrew Solt, the co-writer of Fleming’s disastrous final picture, Joan of Arc (1948), told his nephew Andrew Solt, the documentary maker (Imagine), “Victor Fleming’s story is the perfect Hollywood story, from A to Z; it represents the picture business of his time better than anyone else’s.” What the elder Solt meant, of course, was that Fleming’s story wasn’t merely about the picture business—it was about what men like Fleming brought into the picture business.

Fleming was born on February 23, 1889, in the orange groves of Southern California, and became an auto mechanic, taxi driver, and chauffeur at a time when cars were luxury items and their operators elite specialists. During World War I, he served as an instructor and creator of military training films as well as a Signal Corps cameraman, and after it, Woodrow Wilson’s personal cameraman on his triumphant tour of European capitals before the beginning of the Versailles peace conference. Fleming became a friend to explorers, naturalists, race-car drivers, aviators, inventors, and hunters. His life and work are the stuff not just of Hollywood lore but also of American history. It may seem puzzling that he hasn’t inspired a full-length biography until now. But he left no paper trail of letters or diaries, and he died on January 6, 1949, before directors had become national celebrities and objects of idolatry.

Long before sound came into the movies, Fleming had mastered his trade, directing Douglas Fairbanks Sr. in two ace contemporary comedies, When the Clouds Roll By (1919) and The Mollycoddle (1920). Fleming was part of the team that perfected Fairbanks’s persona as the cheerful American man of action, deriving mental and physical health from blood, sweat, and laughs in the open air. The director and the international phenomenon were friends from Fleming’s early days as a cameraman and Fairbanks’s as a star. They became merry pranksters on a global scale, whether hanging by their fingers from hurtling railroad cars or turning a round-the-world tour into one of the first full-scale mockumentaries (Around the World in Eighty Minutes). Fleming forever credited Fairbanks with establishing action as the essence of motion pictures. Fairbanks also set his pal an example of the art of selfcreation. The son of a New York attorney who abandoned Douglas’s family in Denver when the boy was five, Fairbanks turned himself into a model of dash and vim. Fleming was born in a tent; his father died in an orange orchard when he was four. But he metamorphosed from a Southern California country boy into a Hollywood powerhouse known for mysterious poetic talent, a courtly yet emotionally and sexually charged way with women, and a macho sagacity that spurred the respect and fellowship of men.

Many of Fleming’s silent pictures boast a prickly, evergreen freshness that emanates from their spirit of discovery. He designed his Fairbanks films as if they were pop-up toys, playing with special effects, animation, and the audience’s knowledge of Fairbanks as a movie star. (Later, he brought some of that modernism into Bombshell and parts of The Wizard of Oz.) He became a household name in Hollywood. When the author of What Makes Sammy Run? and screenwriter of On the Waterfront, Budd Schulberg, and his boyhood pal Maurice Rapf played at being studio executives like their fathers (B. P. Schulberg and Harry Rapf), Maurice would name King Vidor his prize director, and Budd would counter with Vic Fleming.

That other underrated director, Henry Hathaway (The Lives of a Bengal Lancer), who trained with Fleming, once declared, without reservation, “Clark Gable on the screen is Fleming . . . He dressed like him, talked like him, stood like him, his attitude was the same toward women. He was funny.” But Hathaway hit closer to the truth when he said, “Every man that ever worked for him patterned himself after him. Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, all of them. He had a strong personality, not to the point of imposing himself on anyone, but just forceful and masculine.”

Among the stars of the major studios’ heyday, Gable was the charismatic cock of the walk; Gary Cooper, the natural aristocrat; Tracy, the grudgingly articulate Everyman. Fleming shaped each man’s legacy. Seven years before Gone With the Wind, Gable broke through as the hero of Fleming’s Red Dust (1932); its screenwriter, John Lee Mahin, Fleming’s close friend and collaborator, evoked the director in the character’s brusque authority, technical savvy, rough-edged humor, and lodestone sexuality. Gable was a projection of the Fleming who, on meeting the Olympic swimmer Eleanor Saville in 1932 at the Ambassador Hotel, genially snapped, “Nice legs, sister!” (And that’s all he said.)

A few years before Fleming partnered with Gable, he turned Gary Cooper into the paradigm of a chivalrous cowboy in The Virginian. Cooper became known as “the strong, silent type” less because he was silent (the Virginian is a joker and a genial if haphazard conversationalist) than because his banked intuition made every syllable count, gave richness to each casual gesture and weight to every decisive one. Cooper was the Vic who knew how few words it took to express emotion. When the producer of The Virginian, Louis “Bud” Lighton, wired Fleming that Lighton’s mother had died, he wired back, simply,

Dear Bud


A few years after Fleming partnered with Gable, he forged a bond with Spencer Tracy that won Tracy the best actor Academy Award for Captains Courageous (1937). “He is probably the only guy in the world who really understands me,” Fleming said. “We’re alike: bursting with emotions we cannot express; depressed all the time because we feel we could have done our work better.” In Captains Courageous and other films, like Test Pilot (1938, co-starring Gable), Fleming and Tracy succeeded in creating characters who conveyed, physically and facially, more knotted-up notions and feelings than they could put across in words. “Fleming was quite inarticulate in explaining something to an actor, but he had such a way of getting around his inarticulateness that the actor would get it just like that,” said the Paramount propman William Kaplan, snapping his fingers.

With Gable, Cooper, and Tracy, Fleming mined some of the same territory as Hemingway and his creative progeny. The stars he helped create have never stopped hovering over the heads of Hollywood actors, who still try to emulate their careers, or of American men in general, who still try to live up to their examples. The director’s combination of gritty nobility and erotic frankness and his ability to mix action and rumination helped mint a new composite image for the American male. Fleming’s big-screen alter egos melded nineteenthcentury beliefs in individual strength and family with twentiethcentury appetites for sex, speed, and inner and outer exploration. His heroes were unpretentious, direct, and honest, though not sloppily self-revealing.

To Olivia de Havilland, “Vic was attractive because he was intelligent, talented, handsomely built, and virile in a non-aggressive way. He was also sensitive. A potent combination.”

“Every dame he ever worked with fell on her ass for him,” said Hathaway, naming “Norma Shearer. Clara Bow. Ingrid Bergman.” (He could have added Bessie Love and Lupe Velez.) Fleming helped turn Shearer and Bow into stars, and became the first director to bring out Bergman’s full sexuality, in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. From the start, he was as much a woman’s director as a man’s director. Fleming and Bow’s collaboration in Mantrap (1926) has won belated recognition as groundbreaking comedy. Bow’s embodiment of guilt-free sexual energy exploded stereotypes of the vamp and the girl next door and made clear to everyone that she had “It.” (She didn’t actually make the movie It until a year later.)

Much of Fleming’s attractiveness came from his vigor. He kept revitalizing himself away from movies with an anti-Hollywood home life and round-the-world travel and hunting. With his six-foot-twoinch frame and broken-nose profile and eyes that could narrow to slits and intensify humor or emotion, he looked as if he could handle himself on and off the movie set. Actors felt energized by the sight of this tall, powerfully built figure reflexively brushing back his mane and training a sharpshooter’s vision on their performances and on all the workings of the set. Craftsmen felt secure serving a director who could correct errors on the run, from lax ad-libs to skewed camera angles or faulty props. The cinematographer Harold Rosson, who collaborated with everyone from René Clair to John Huston, said, “Victor Fleming knew as much about the making of pictures as any man I’ve ever known—all departments.” And Fleming kept growing and extending his versatility for decades. To Hathaway, who worked with Fleming mostly during the silent era, “Fleming was the realist.” If a story was set in a certain place, “he wanted to go where it said it was made.” When talkies took over, Fleming was able to move indoors when necessary. He re-created Indochina in a studio for Red Dust and reveled in artifice on the most beloved flight of fancy of them all: The Wizard of Oz. This director knew how much visual detail an audience needed to make illusions feel real, and how much had to be contained in one shot. In that sense he was the Lucas or Spielberg of his day.

He was also the Sydney Pollack of his day. Male and female stars alike, Judy Garland as well as Gable, de Havilland and Bow as well as Cooper and Tracy, delivered, simultaneously, their boldest and most characteristic performances in Fleming’s movies. Unlike the stagetrained directors who invaded Hollywood in the sound era, Fleming had no set vocabulary to communicate with his actors. He relied on every ounce of his own being, expressing in face, tone, and body language the desired pitch of a performance and the impact he wanted for a comic or dramatic situation. To the sophisticated producer David Lewis, who watched Fleming film The Virginian, “he had an inner power that made him almost hypnotic.”

Fleming had the emotional advantage of being a Californian and an outdoorsman in an industry dominated by transplanted urban Easterners.In his book The Industry (1981), the producer Saul David characterizeddirectors of Fleming’s stripe as “The Old-Time Wild Men”:

They are intensely physical men who make physical movies in a physical world. Strength is their religion, endurance their pride, and alcohol their undoing. They are clannish and contemptuous of everything most of the world thinks is moviemaking. They are boorish and overbearing, tend to vote “wrong” and use socially unacceptable epithets in public. They are an unutterable pain to the Hollywood New Yorkers and a boon to caricaturists—but no one has yet figured out how to make big outdoor movies as well as they do without them.

What gave Fleming special sway in Hollywood was that he was an Old-Time Wild Man who could also be elegant, intelligent, and at ease indoors. (And he knew how to handle his alcohol.) Going through a roster of gifted directors who’d bridged silent films and talkies, the cult silent star Louise Brooks listed “Eddie Sutherland, the gay sophisticate; Clarence Brown, the serious repressed; Billy Wellman, the ordinary vulgar. Fleming combined all of them with a much finer intellect.” Fleming didn’t actively cultivate the Old-Time Wild Man image—he never enlisted a publicist to increase his visibility. Then again, he didn’t have to. When colorful fables clung to him like barnacles—even Mahin said “he was part Indian, and proud of it”—Fleming did nothing to scrape them off. Not only were his movies successful and acclaimed, but with female stars as different as Shearer and Bow falling hard for him, and male stars copying him, his personal reputation was stratospheric.

“He was always the biggest star on his sets,” said the MGM publicist Emily Torchia. “You could tell that by the attitude of the people who were there around him—he was very well appreciated,” says the former MGM child star John Sheffield (“Boy” in the Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movies). In her book on MGM, This Was Hollywood (1960), Beth Day observed, “Tall, silver-haired director Victor Fleming was privately considered by many feminine employees ‘the handsomest man on the lot’ ” and drew as much attention at the commissary as the man everyone knew as the King—Gable. Fairbanks had been billed as the King of Hollywood, too. But throughout his career, Fleming didn’t just serve Hollywood royals: he put them on their thrones. When he guided fresh young talents, he saw them whole and inside out, tapping qualities that turned them into new American archetypes.

When talkies ruled and production boomed and the Hollywood studios became dream factories, fellows like Fleming and his favorite writers ( Jules Furthman, Mahin) developed the special seen and spoken language of “golden age” sound movies. This audiovisual dialect of expressive actors punching across snappy or suggestive talk in the molded light of a square frame was intensely stylized. It was also unabashedly emotional and sometimes cunningly erotic, even after the enforcement of the Production Code made explicit lovemaking verboten. Vintage Hollywood styles often felt more real than the slangy, jittery realism of today because the characters were substantial enough to cast long shadows and special effects didn’t swamp their crises and predicaments.

If he’d died before directing The Wizard of Oz and most of Gone With the Wind (in the same year) instead of a decade afterward, Victor Fleming would remain an outsized figure in American culture. The Virginian was a Western milestone as influential as John Ford’s Stagecoach. Red Dust was a classic sexual melodrama, fierce and funny—the peak of Hollywood’s few-holds-barred approach to sex before the enforcement of the Production Code. Bombshell predates Howard Hawks’s Twentieth Century (1934) as the seminal showbiz screwball comedy. Captains Courageous proved that movies without sex appeal could be smash hits and that something non-mawkish could be fashioned from tales of surrogate fathers and sons. And Test Pilot, an incisive look at what happens to flying partners when one gets married, brought the first wave of sound-film buddy pictures to a resounding culmination. Fleming’s daring matched his taste, tact, and craft. He frequently demonstrated that free adaptations of beloved novels could both honor their sources and become their own enduring works of art and entertainment. When Hathaway, Tracy, Gable, and others called Fleming the real Rhett Butler, they were referring not only to manner but also to mind. Rhett and Fleming shared the cynic-idealist’s ability to rise to a challenge realistically and, with competence and wiliness, achieve a tough nobility. From Fleming’s day to our own, American directors who navigate the whirlpools of movie-industry politics often generate denser moral and emotional environments in their films than the wanly virtuous or frivolous worlds too often found in independent fare. Fleming’s artistry lay in the way he molded other men’s material. What’s extraordinary about his work is how often he fully realized or even transcended that material, not how often it defeated him. What’s extraordinary about his life is that he filled it with as much passion and adventure as he did his movies.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

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    Sragow's "Victor Fleming" a triumph

    The customer review published here by "Benis" is extremely puzzling. Why would someone review a book they haven't finished but intend on finishing? And review it negatively? I'm happy to report that I disagree with the earlier review in almost every point. I believe that primary purpose of any biography of an artistic figure is to demonstrate how the life of the subject influenced his or her work and art. Michael Sragow does this so lucidly and clearly that his book has the pull of a great novel. It's hard to stop reading at almost any part. And the chapters on the making of "The Wizard of Oz" and "Gone with the Wind" are infused with an excitement that can make you breathless. Sragow's research is impeccable-he seems to have found out every possible detail of Fleming's life and work, but I've read many incredibly well-researched biographies that inundate you with fact after lifeless fact so that the person being explored becomes dull and flat. Not so in this case. Sragow's prose is so lively, and his arrangement and presentation of what most of been the overwhelming details and records of Fleming's life are presented in such a logical, elegant narrative, that the book fairly crackles with life. The family history and love life of an artist are of course the primary influences on an artist's work, and Sragow would have been remiss to leave out Fleming's troubled marriages and passionate affairs-this is the stuff out of which Fleming created such enduring art. And the passages on the great work of Fleming's that has been lost can make you cry out in frustration. How can it be that these films were allowed to vanish? Sragow's book stands proudly beside Eileen Whitfield's great tome on Mary Pickford ("Pickford-The Woman Who Made Hollywood") as a definitive restoration of a major early Hollywood artist whose work has been previously undervalued or forgotten. Sragow breathes life into this complicated vibrant figure, finally giving Fleming his due. "Victor Fleming" is a hell of a read.

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

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    Review of Sragow's biography of Victor Fleming

    The book was given to me as a Christmas present, based on my suggestion. I had read a review of Sragow's attempt at capturing the essence of one of Hollywood's most prolific directors -- but a person who is a lover of films (like me) knew little about. I was looking forward to reading it.<BR/><BR/>The book is interesting, researched and written well, but so far (I'm about a third of the way through it,)there is for my part, too much emphasis on detailing the plots of the films Fleming either shot or directed. I would like to know more about the man, the times, his colleagues, perfecting his art, how the technology evolved, and how Fleming's style and talent affected the industry.<BR/><BR/>There is also too much of a 'soap opera' approach to the social side of Fleming's life -- as to who was sleeping with whom. I know these little tidbits are part of the culture of the times (even more than today) but the emphasis gets a little old. <BR/><BR/>In fairness, being only 200 pages into the book, I will withhold final judgement until all 645 pages have been read. I'm only mildly disappointed that it's not the page-turner I had hoped it would be.<BR/><BR/>When I reach the point in 1938-39, when Fleming directed "The Wizard of Oz" and "Gone With The Wind" all in the same year, hopefully the pages will beging rolling by at a faster pace.<BR/><BR/>Respectuflly submitted,<BR/><BR/><BR/>Benis

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  • Posted May 11, 2010

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    All You Need To Know About Victor Fleming, the Man!

    In this immaculately researched, breakthrough book on Victor Fleming -- the first ever published in America on the most popular movie director of all time -- Michael Sragow takes great pains to fill in all minor and major details of Fleming's personal and professional life. Most of the movies he directed are scrupulously set in their studio contexts. (Sragow neglects to give any artistic account of Fleming's work as a photographer, even though several of these movies are available). Where the author falls down is in his failure to inspire readers to race out and view Fleming's films for themselves. The author piles background detail upon detail, but a movie-lover's heartfelt enthusiasm for the artistic, emotional and entertainment quality of a Fleming production is often sadly lacking. On the other hand, non-enthusiasm does not gain ground either. As to whether the movie is a turkey or a masterpiece, Sragow always seems reluctant to give a personal opinion. Although his text is loaded with studio politics and shooting details, he often fails to set the reader hankering to actually view Fleming's movies.

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  • Posted July 17, 2009

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    Well-its strange but I agree with all three previous reviews.This book is extremely detailed and probably NOT for the casual reader. It covers the life of the most famous Hollywood director you've never heard of. The "Wizard of Oz" and "Gone with the Wind" are just two films that this giant directed. For me, I also count "Treasure Island"( Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper) as well as "Captains Courageous"(Spencer Tracy)as favorites. The fact that he's relatively unknown has as much to do with his early life(covered extensively in the early chapters) as the fact that he died relatively young after finishing "Joan of Arc"(Ingrid Bergman)and shuned publicity in his later life. After reading this book I will definately look for some of his films that I have previously bypassed("Tortilla Flat", "Test Pilot", "A Guy Named Joe", "Bombshell").A must for film historians.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2009

    Scholarly tome takes time getting past Fleming's early years...

    I have to say I agree with the other reviewer who had trouble wading through the enormously detailed earlier sections of the book dealing with Fleming's family background and experiences before setting foot in Hollywood. It does take patience to read these early chapters and there seems to be, as the other comment indicated, too much time spent on giving the plot details of even lesser films that no longer exist.

    It isn't until the chapter on Clark Gable that I began not having to force myself to read further. It's an extensive biography and the reports of behind-the-scenes details on films like THE WIZARD OF OZ, GONE WITH THE WIND and JOAN OF ARC, are practically worth the price of the book--but the extensively researched material on many other aspects of Fleming's life are going to frustrate any reader looking for a typical biography of a filmmaker.

    Sragow never quite makes his case for films Fleming made after 1940, despite his earnest attempts to do so. Nevertheless, the book is well written and the subject is certainly worthy of a book encompassing his life and career as the man who directed two of the most famous films of all time in the same year.

    But much of its 645 pages are heavy going. Definitely not light summer reading--a film for film scholars that will probably find a permanent place among the biographies of well-known directors.

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    Posted March 9, 2009

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